GG

You never hear him come in. One second, you’re at the kitchen sink. The next, his hands are at your throat and his voice is in your ear, asking what you call him when he has you like this. You know the answer. More importantly, Minho knows you know the answer. Unfortunately for both of you, you’ve never possessed the survival instinct required to simply give it to him. “Lee Know?” Silence. Wrong answer. Spectacularly fucking wrong, actually.